Gu Jingang was wearing a sleeveless short shirt, his chest hair spilling out from his half-open collar, and his gaze toward Gu Changming and Gu Dajiang carried a strong hint of drunkenness.
"Come, drink!"
"Drink!"
He lazily sprawled on the stone steps, holding the wine jar high in his hand, chuckling foolishly.
Gu Changming sighed and said:
"Jingang, we know you're not drunk. Why put on this act in front of us? The three of us haven't gathered in a while. What do you say we have some small dishes at your place today?"
Gu Dajiang stepped forward to help Gu Jingang up.
Experts in the Blood Refining Realm could dispel the effects of even the strongest alcohol with a mere breath, unless it was special medicinal wine. Gu Jingang's demeanor now was just of his own making—he wanted to be like this.
Gu Jingang paused momentarily, and a flash of clarity seemed to cross his eyes.
He sat up dazedly, shook his head a bit, and after a while, slowly nodded before shouting outside:
